{t:The Boxer} {st:Simon and Garfunkel} {sot} | d – d u d u d u | {eot} [C] I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom [Am] told I have [G] squandered my resistance For a [G7] pocket full of mumbles such are [C] promises All lies and [Am] jests still a [G] man hears what he [F] wants to hear And disregards the [C] rest hmm[G7]mmmm [C] [C] When I left my home and my family I was no more than a [Am] boy In the [G] company of strangers In the [G7] quiet of the railway station [C] running scared Laying [Am] low seeking [G] out the poorer [F] quarters Where the ragged people [C] go Looking [G7] for the places [F] only they would [C] know Lie la [Am] lie Lie la [Em] lie lie lie lie lie Lie la [Am] lie Lie la [G7] lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie [C] lie [C] Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a [Am] job But I get no [G] offers Just a [G7] come-on from the whores on Seventh [C] Avenue I do de[Am]clare there were [G] times when I was [F] so lonesome I took some comfort [C] there lie la [G7] lie lie lie lie [C] Lie la [Am] lie Lie la [Em] lie lie lie lie lie Lie la [Am] lie Lie la [G7] lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie [C] lie [C] Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was [Am] gone Going [G] home where the [G7] New York City winters aren't [C] Bleeding me [Em] bleeding me [Am] going [G] home [C] In the [C] clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his [Am] trade And he [G] carries the reminders of [G7] ev'ry glove that laid him down Or [C] cut him till he cried out in his anger and his [Am] shame I am [G] leaving I am [F] leaving but the fighter still re[C]mains m[G7]m [F] [C] {c:Repeat to finish ...} Lie la [Am] lie Lie la [Em] lie lie lie lie lie Lie la [Am] lie Lie la [G7] lie lie lie lie lie lie lie {t:The Boxer}